Peter Parker met up with Mary Jane at the nightclub where she worked. He could tell that she was tired of working here. While she did get to sing from time to time here, she was also a waitress. She was in the middle of a song when Peter walked in. Peter waited for her to finish before speaking to her. He joined in with all of the customers who applauded her. She glanced at him and smiled.

"Hey, Pete."

She stepped off of the stage and stood in front her boyfriend

"Your voice is so beautiful," Peter said. "The theater business needs you. You belong there."

"I know, Pete. It's just been so hard to find work."

"None of the auditions have worked so far?"

"Not one."

"Don't worry, Mary Jane. You will succeed in an audition one of these days."

"You keep saying that. I want to believe you. But I've been trying for a year now, and nobody wants me. They are always hiring better singers and actresses."

"They think that those singers and actresses are better than you. In my eyes and ears, you are the best that there is."

"Of course I am. You're my boyfriend. You're supposed to say that."

"It's what I believe."

The two of them looked into each others eyes and held hands for a moment.

"You're lucky, Pete," Mary Jane said. "You get to be a hero saving lives. An, meanwhile, I'm stuck in this place."

They were not sure what to say to each other after that comment. They paused for a bit. The background was filled with the sound of the piano player. After a few seconds, Mary Jane broke the awkward silence.

"How's your job?"

"Jameson's paying me more than one would expect. It's like this weird game that he's playing."

"What do you mean?"

"He's been acting strange. It's as if he's hiding something."

Mary Jane's eyes widened.

"Do you think that he knows... you know?"

"I'm not sure. If he does, then he's planning something."

"I just hope he doesn't hold a grudge after I left his son for you three years ago."

"Miss!" a customer shouted. "Miss! Can you take my order, please? I've been waiting here for ten minutes!"

"Coming!" Mary Jane shouted. "I've gotta go. I'll call you later."

Peter watched Mary Jane walk over to the table to take write down what beverages and meals the group of men desired. He did not enjoy seeing the love of his life like this. He could tell that she was in a miserable period of her life.

"Hang in there," Peter said quietly.